SOUNDS

‘Pon my word, the consideration of clouds
is almost like hearing faraway crowds.
A murder of crows calling in the trees —
pursuing a hawk is not what it seems.
And a star or two’s twinkling dimly,
you’ve a grand gift of silence, so seemly,
that sudden talk’s an ejaculation
AKA blue jay’s squawking persuasion.
Purchasing a box of bricks for a child —
Constructing a bird’s nest, the gods beguiled.

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